Castlevania: Nocturne

I thought I was supposed to fight evil. I thought that was the whole point.

God, why do you have to argue about everything?

I'm your mother. I think you'll be safer in France.

I don't see how.

Is Auntie Tera a vampire hunter? No.

So, will I be safer with her? No.

I should be here with you, fighting evil.

I'm sorry, Richter.

I know it feels like I'm sending you away.

You are sending me away.

I'm so sorry, my darling.

But I have no choice.

Don't listen to her, Richter.

There's always a choice.

Julia Belmont.

Finally.

Olrox.

Go to the ship, Richter.

I'll catch you up.

You've made a big mistake.

My mom is gonna slice you in two.

In 250 years,

do you know how many vampire hunters have promised to slice me in two?

Now, Richter. Go to the ship.

Come on, Mom.

Richter!

Fuck!

Mom.

I'm sorry, Richter.

I'm so sorry.

Ah...

Little boy Belmont.

I know that feeling.

That pain.

That hate.

That burning, unendurable need for retribution.

Because, you see,

your mama took someone from me I loved,

just as much as you loved her.

So, she had to die.

Oh, I could kill you too.

And I will.

One day.

But not tonight.

They claim it's the natural order.

They're born rich, and we're born poor.

And that's just the will of God.

It's the natural order for them to get rich by milking us dry

with impossible rents and unpayable taxes.

My mother hasn't paid her taxes for years now

because she's just too poor.

Sooner or later they'll send around their bully boys.

And you all know what I mean by that.

They thought it would stay like that until the end of time.

Well, the king thought it was his divine right to be king,

but do you know what happened to him?

He's been arrested.

The government in Paris has overthrown the monarchy and declared a republic.

To hell with the natural order.

No more kings, no more aristocrats.

Vive la Révolution!

Vive la Révolution!

Whoo!

Stay close. Stay together. Don't run into the woods.

You can kill me, Richter Belmont, but it won't do you any good.

Before the moon is full, the Vampire Messiah will come,

the Devourer of Light, who will eat the sun.

You will suffer and die along with everyone you love.

That makes absolutely no sense.

I told you this was a damn stupid place for a revolutionary meeting.

We'll just have to start holding them in the town.

I'm just worried people won't come.

Maria, if they're more scared of gossips than they are vampires,

maybe they're not, you know, revolutionary material.

What did it mean by the "Vampire Messiah"?

Who knows? What a ridiculous concept.

It might explain why there seem to be more vampires around lately.

They're gathering somewhere.

The château, I wouldn't wonder.

Well, it's where I'd go if I was a vampire.

Want to go and check?

Jacques, let's get everyone back to town.

"The Devourer of Light," it said.

That sounds bad.

Why come here? What's so special about here?

Ham and beans.

The local ham and beans is pretty sensational,

makes local blood nice and smoky.

God, you're a wanker.

Maybe we should discuss this with the Abbot.

I know he's no friend to the Revolution,

but he can't be much of a friend to vampires either.

And he's got his soldier-monks. Strength, after all, in numbers.

You're right.

I am?

We propose a temporary alliance.

They help us see what's happening, and then they help us fight.

What, now? I thought you might want to argue me to death about it.

Maybe don't tell him about the magic birds, though.

He knows you kill vampires.

I have a reputation.

And people accept it, because of the heroic and handsome thing.

But teenage girls conjuring creatures from the Otherworld?

They start building piles of very flammable wood.

You talk like I don't know when to keep my mouth shut.

Hi, Mizrak. We need to speak to the Abbot.

Think he's praying.

I'm sure if you want to pray with him, he won't mind.

We're not here to pray.

We killed three vampires tonight, out in the woods near the château,

and one of them said something about a Vampire Messiah.

They say they have urgent business about vampires.

Time was, there were hardly any.

Last couple of years, I'd kill one every few months or so.

For which Machecoul is forever grateful.

But this was three in one night.

Three in one night.

So, something's up. Something big.

Before it died, one of them warned me, which was nice of it,

that a Vampire Messiah is on its way.